Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Brunei and from Paris.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Buzzcocks show in Bolton.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1965 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983 at the first Art of Noise practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing Iggy Pop to the electroclash kids.
I played it at Trash.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by Leonard Cohen. All the underground hits.
All Marvin Gaye tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Thompson Twins record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pagans record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Alice Coltrane,
Fat Boys,
Niagra,
The Fire Engines,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Essential Logic,
UT,
Swell Maps,
Ossler,
Johnny Osbourne,
Sun City Girls,
Aaron Thompson,
The Standells,
Marmalade,
Rosa Yemen,
Khruangbin,
Sexual Harrassment,
T. Rex,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Eric B and Rakim,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Fluxion,
The Black Dice,
Lalo Schifrin,
Mantronix,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Flamin' Groovies,
Malaria!,
Con Funk Shun,
Gong,
Janne Schatter,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Smoke,
The Vogues,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Angry Samoans,
The Pop Group,
Lou Christie,
the Swans,
The Motions,
Little Man,
The Barracudas,
R.M.O.,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Ken Boothe,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Oneida,
Bootsy Collins,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Moleskins,
Model 500,
Zapp,
Wire,
Minnie Riperton,
Todd Rundgren,
Scott Walker,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Sly & The Family Stone,
DNA,
Jesper Dahlback,
Ultravox,
Pole,
Pantytec,
Maleditus Sound, Maleditus Sound, Maleditus Sound, Maleditus Sound.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.